The Adventures of Rajada: page -2
Rajada stared at the swirling purple around him. The more he stared, the more he was convinced it looked to be fire, made up of many smaller fires. He was about to log this place in his database when he noticed he had been stripped of his equipment, wearing only his old amateur uniform. In retrospect, magenta and citron didn't suit him well.
Rajada spotted RTSPlayer a few feet away and walked up to him. "You really did it now," Rajada said, gesturing to their surroundings. "Hmmmm? Did what?" RTSPlayer asked, spinning to face Rajada. "This!" Rajada exclaimed, pointing aggressively to the vortex of purple. "You blew us back threw time with that bomb because... wait, why did you do that again?" "Oh," RTSPlayer replied. "So, that's what that did. I'm glad to hear it worked... sort of. Tell me, did I use it in time to save- Wait, there's no time. Tell me to use it again, when the fight starts." Rajada furrowed his brow. "What the heck are you talking abou-" But the vortex imploded, pulling Rajada into the last manifold of...